TestoPsychosocial
I did my time, and I want out
So effusive
Fade
It doesn’t cut,
The soul is not so vibrant
The reckoning, the sickening
Packaging subversion
Pseudo-sacrosanct perversion
Go drill your deserts,
Go dig your graves
Then fill your mouth
With all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
Im done, it has begun
I’m not the only one

And the rain will kill us all,
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me

Oh, there are cracks, in the road we laid
But where the temple fell,
The secrets have gone mad!
This is nothing new,
But when we kill it all,
The hate was all we had!
Who needs another mess?
We could start over!
Just look me in the eyes
And say I’m wrong
Now there’s only emptiness…
Venomous, insipid!
I think we’re done
I’m not the only one!

And the rain will kill us all,
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!

Fake Anti-Fascist Lie,
(Psychosocial),
I tried to tell you,
(Psychosocial),
But your purple hearts are giving out,
(Psychosocial),
Can’t stop the killing idea,
(Psychosocial),
If it’s hunting season,
(Psychosocial),
Is this what you want?,
(Psychosocial),
I’m not the only one!

And the rain will kill us all,
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me

And the rain will kill us all,
Throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see,
The preservation of the martyr in me.

THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!
THE LIMITS OF THE DEAD!